The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(10)
Alexei got up off of his knee and hugged her. He’d always imagined being horrified by this kind of news. Instead, he couldn’t have been more excited. “So, yes?”
“Da,” said Ashley, rather awkwardly trying Russian on for size. “Of course!”
Billion Dollar Love
A BWWM Billionaire Romance
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Aisha Brooks’ super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or a thing you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
? Aisha Brooks
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Table Of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1: The Lie That Led Me To You
Chapter 2: The Secrets That Keeps Me From You
Chapter 3: Just for Today
Conclusion
Introduction
“I'm not sure, Debbie,” Amy said taking another slow swig of her wine. “I think I'm just one of those people who are meant to be single. Look at my past! It started in high school with Ryan. He cheated on me with Sandra on our senior trip.”
“Please, stop!” Debbie laughed taking another sip of wine. “You're not in high school anymore or even college! You're two months away from being thirty! I was there for it all. Well, not that particular part of it, but I know the stories. You've retold them all a hundred times at least, but not every guy is like that.”
“Maybe not,” Amy shrugged, “or maybe some are just better at not getting caught.”
Amy studied the table cloth and waited for Debbie to make her next argument. Her now happily married best friend had been relentless on finding Amy her own Mr. Right since she had gotten married six months ago. She was already feeling tipsy, but took another drink of the wine anyway. It was going to be a long night if Debbie didn't relent and let her be happily miserable. Amy had to stifle a laugh at the oxymoron. Was contently miserable a better term?
“What are you laughing at?” Debbie asked arching a brow.
“I think I'm tipsy,” Amy laughed.
“Girl,” Debbie said drawing out the r in the dramatic way that had always annoyed Amy.
“You're done past up Tipsy Street and are headed to Smashedville.”
“You're right,” Amy nodded finally seeing a way out of the awkward conversation, “I should call a taxi to take me home.”
“Not yet,” Debbie grabbed her hand. “There's this guy I know at work.”
“Nope, not happening,” Amy shook her head laughing. “I'm laughing, because you've been trying to get me drunk all evening so I'd agree to this lunacy, but it's not happening, Debbie. Chad leaving me at the altar to fly off with his secretary into the sunset was the last straw!”
“You're a romance novelist! You're not allowed to give up on finding love!”
“I am too. The smut I write in my books are just that: Fictional smut and gooey romances. None of it happens. If it did, I would be out of a job. Women read them to escape to a world where forever exists and men love them more than the Boob Job Betty's that work in their offices.”
“Look, I'm not asking you to marry the guy! It's just dinner. What's that going to hurt?”
“Possibly everything.”
“Please, Amy,” Debbie said. Her voice rose several octaves as she whined. Amy shook her head as her ears began to ring. Her best friend certainly knew how to press all of her buttons.
“Cole really wants to meet you.”
“How does Cole even know about me?”
“You can ask him yourself Friday night at six. I may or may not have already told him that you agreed to go out with him.”
“Debbie!” Amy protested and slapped the table.
“He's a good guy, Amy, and that's exactly what you need in your life.”
“Fine!” She said giving in. “I'll have dinner with him, but that's as far as it's going.”